Page 56 of Loved By You

I pull back the sheet and reach down to take hold of my hard cock, and gently tug, letting out a low groan. Precum dripping on my fingers.

I lower the camera just for a brief second so she can see what I'm doing and how she's affecting me. She lets out a gasp. We've gone too far now, we can't go back. I'm all in and I think she is too. I lift the camera back up to my face, still stroking my hard length and my breathing becomes heavier. “Your turn,” I moan, my voice low and gravelly.

Her cheeks pinken and her eyes become heavier. She hesitates for the briefest second and then pulls back her bed sheet, moving the camera down her body to reveal a pair of white lace underwear, and fuck… she’s not wearing a top. Ria's perfectly shaped breasts are on full display and I'd give anything to be there right now, and put one of her hardened nipples in my mouth and suck on it to make her moan.

“God, baby, I want you. Show me how you touch yourself.”

Using her free hand, she strokes down her body, over her breasts and her stomach, until she slips her hand into the top of her underwear. I know when she's found her clit because her breathing hitches and the moan that escapes her sends a jolt to my already painfully hard dick.

Her hooded eyes stare back at me through the phone. Ria, looking flustered and turned on, is something I never want to forget.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come if you keep looking like that.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes, arching her back and letting out a sexy little moan.

Shit, is this really happening? We are having phone sex. I'm having phone sex with Ria. Her breasts rise and fall in quick succession, and she moans again. I remember that sound; she's close.

“Shit.” I hiss, feeling that familiar build up heating in my core.

“Are you close, sweetheart? I want you to come with me,” I pant.

She nods, too lost to her pleasure to speak.

Increasing my pace, my balls tingle and draw up tight as I watch her face flush a deep shade of pink. She moves the camera down her body and I watch as the hand that's dipped inside her laced panties move in quick circles.

Fuck, I wish that was my hand.

“Jack…” She pants “I'm—"

“That's it, baby. Let go, come with me.” The sounds that leaves her parted lips sets me off.

I come so hard I can't grip my dick tight enough to stop it exploding all over the sheets. My eyes are fixed on the screen as Ria falls apart, writhing around in her bed, her body trembling with pleasure.

We lay there, still on the line, staring at each other through the screen that separates us, waiting for our breathing patterns to even out. There's a silence between us. It's not an awkward one, it's a silence that has us processing and accepting that we've taken another step in our relationship that leaves us a little less like friends and a little more like lovers.

I end the silence by speaking. I need to reassure her that this only changes things for the better between us and hope she doesn't run again.

“Sweetheart, you are perfect. I wish I could be with you right now.” and as I say that, the look of relief that washes over her face tells me that we are okay. That she's not going to panic, that she was just as ready as I was for this next progression in our confusing relationship.

“I wish you were here too. Just three more days.” She smiles, followed by a little yawn.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

“Night Jack.” Blowing me a kiss, she ends the call.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ria

I feel like my body has been vibrating and running off adrenaline all day. I don't know if I’m anxious, excited, had too much caffeine, or if it's all of the above. Tonight I get to see Jack after more than three weeks. Our FaceTime call has been replaying over and over in my head. I couldn't believe how brave I was. I would never dream of doing that, but with him, it feels right. He makes me feel safe and wanted, and my belly does a little flip when I think about seeing him later.

Our schedules have been crazy. He's been traveling for work and I've been busy getting the house finished, and Lexi signed up for Pre-K. I'm moving forward with the divorce proceedings and finally the thought of divorce doesn't leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I feel relief and happiness; I am finally choosing me and what I want. Having this time away from Jack has made merealize just how much he means to me and how different I feel when I'm around him.

Dropping the girls to Alex's parents’ house earlier was awkward as hell. He showed up and demanded to know my plans because his parents let it slip that I had the night off. The man's delusional thinking he has a right to know where I am and what I’m doing. It's none of his damn business. It's taken nine months to be in a head space where I feel strong enough to stand up for myself and ignore his demands.

I've had my everything shower and given myself a bouncy blow out. I rarely wear my hair like this but I want to go all out tonight. I want to feel like the woman I've always craved to be. Tonight I am not someone's mother, I’m not someone's wife. I’m not anyone's anything. I am me and it feels so fucking good to say that. I’ve gone with a smoky eye and a nude lipstick, adding some highlighter to my cheekbones and for the first time in a long time I like what I see staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. I don't see the broken Ria staring back at me with her haunted eyes and hollow cheeks; I don't see my limp and lifeless hair that was falling out by the handful due to the stress of the separation and I don't see dimness in my eyes. I see the new me. Dare I say it, but I feel like I’ve got my color back. I’ve still got a long way to go, but I can feel myself being loved back to life by the people I've chosen to surround myself with.

But I'd like to be something to Jack.

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